Remnants

When the remnants of defeat are strewn about the floor,

Covering my ripped and battered boots,

Crick and cracking evermore,

When my wounds burn and blister from the heat,

To drag my heavy soul to the depths of darkness,

When the mirror shatters to pierce the life that was lived before,

And hope dissolves into the sea,

When my dead, cold heart da...

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